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[hyperionwitch-art]

It's just a ring. Misquoting Evelyn Carnahan, what harm ever came from putting on a ring?

YES I know it's been months and months since I had a comic, but my secret is that I just wrote like 4 scripts and I'm RARING to go. Now I just have to balance that with cosplay work. :P In the meantime, enjoy another scene I've had in my head for a while and finally got to put on paper!

(Was this entire comic born out of a desire to reference this scene from Ocean's Eleven? I'll never tell.)

Tev/Dren Masterpost

[woubleyou]

I hate W and Theresa as a romantic ship, but I do love it as a 'Pure admiration and devotion of someone who makes W think that life doesn't have to only be mud and death, working tirelessly to aid her in achieving her vision, hoping for her to look her way, sneaking photos, treasuring the things she's had said to her, desperate disbelief when finding out she died' ship, in a way that isn't romantic or platonic

[cent-scratchnsniff]

FAILURE; INABILITY

[kris-mage-fics]

Wintersun

A short Shepherds of Haven fic that takes place on Wintersun. Some vague spoilers for Chapter 4 and Blade's 5th day off in the Alpha build. Also there's a reference to this bit of a fic I haven't finished, but it's not necessary to understand what's going on.

| Ao3 | rated G | 628 words | Blade/Kyrahlise | under the cut for very light spoilers mentioned above |

"Happy Wintersun," Kyrahlise said as she handed Blade a slim package not much larger than her hand. Neither of them acknowledged the momentary brush of their fingertips.

The gift was neatly wrapped in paper she'd painted with winter berries and small swirls of gold. All tied off with a thin green ribbon salvaged from one of her old dresses. The design was overly flashy for his taste, but she had been too focused on making it pretty and was short on time to repaint something more austere.

Blade raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. "You didn't need to," he said, yet she could've sworn his face softened as his eyes traced the designs on the paper.

Kyrah smiled having anticipated he'd say something along those lines. "I'm aware. But I wanted to and thought you might enjoy it."

He looked up from the gift to meet her eyes. "Did you paint this?" Of course he remembered she painted. While in The Reach he'd fussed at her plenty to not paint outside. He trusted her judgment enough to promote her to Captain after a month, yet the cold was somehow too much. He made absolutely no sense.

"Yes," she said in a light tone.

"It's nice." Did Blade's compliment make her feel happy in a way it probably shouldn't? Yes. But she'd take that to her grave before admitting it to anyone.

"Thank you, though I hope you like what's inside more."

Blade's eyes went back to the present he held delicately. She ignored the strange little feeling in her chest when he untied the ribbon and slipped it into a pocket before carefully unfolding the paper. Underneath was a small book of poetry. "You remembered, thank you."

An unusual wave of nerves washed over Kyrahlise. What if he'd read this collection before and hated it? Well, there was no use worrying about it now that the book was in his hands. "Yes, by one of my favorite contemporary poets. Are you familiar with her work?"

"I'm not."

Her smile was tinted with relief. "I hope you find her poetry to your taste."

There was a upward tilt to his lips as he nodded. Kyrah gathered he was thanking her again, but reading his subtle expressions was like cracking a code.

Not that she needed to decipher anything to understand Blade's kindness. He'd always been considerate and respectful towards her. A sharp contrast to how many Norms treated her after she left the Circle. Like when he'd been livid because of what happened in that damned cave, it had filled her with so much warmth. She'd almost forgotten what it was like to have anyone care about her well-being. It was the catalyst for certain feelings towards him being stirred up. Feelings she accepted existed then politely ignored.

Though a recent incident in his room made her question if Blade was really as indifferent to her as he so often appeared.

When Kyrahlise glanced back up at Blade, his eyes were so gentle as they met hers it brought an instinctive smile to her lips. The first time he looked at her like that was when she learned black was the warmest color of all. The way his gaze slowly traced over her face almost felt like a sweet caress that seemed to stop briefly at her lips. But she was likely imagining things again.

A slight frown passed over his face as his free hand twitched, then clenched against his side. He looked at her another moment, gave a hint of a nod and another quick 'thank you' before turning and walking away. When he was out of earshot she sighed. Maybe one day she'd figure out what was really going on inside that inscrutable head of his.

[fortune-maiden]

Of course the one date we get in Ep 6 is this headache orz

Moves: 27

Score: 1024 Points

Best Points: 600,000

Date: 12/09/2024

[luvo27]

Should i like. Be plugging my fics here? Because to be honest i kind of was of the mind that everyone who would care to read the things i write had already seen them

[countlessofvoids]

Haha Chief don't kys

[arodykeism]

but i'm not supposed to scratch

[lenievi]

I would actually love to write a book-based Montreuil-sur-Mer Valjean/Javert fic, but that would require me to reread those passages in the book, and because it would still be this weird cat and mouse game where Javert is not able to be 100% subservient to Madeleine because his guts are telling him he's a fraud and an ex-convict and a recidivist, it's better to just write it with the BBC characters because those who see Javert as super submissive would just avoid it from the get go lol

But starting the fic before Madeleine became the mayor, with Javert always watching and there, with Javert not so subtly expressing that Madeleine might not be who he claims to be (see the cart scene), and then Madeleine becoming the mayor and Javert suddenly feeling like a bad subordinate because Madeleine is authority but he is also a fraud.

And after Madeleine becomes the mayor, he suddenly has more authority over Javert (before he had none) and Javert does listen because it's an order from the mayor, and the dynamic shifts and changes, but Valjean still knows Javert has power over him, and Javert knows that as long as he doesn't have a proof, Madeleine has power over him.

And all that coupled with attraction and attempted seduction and stuff is something I have been craving for almost a year. Therefore I might have already said this before.

[starfyhero2]

These Show That We're Brothers! (Harmonic Heroes AU)

Branch studied the younger twins closely.

"What we need is something to show that we're a family. Something like..."

His eyes glanced over to a vest sitting on top of his small bedside dresser. That vest was Floyd's old vest that he left behind in favor of his red puffy vest the day the rest of his family left to fight their parents.

It was the only thing Branch had left of his dead family. But now, Cooper and Darnell were like his family.

Looking at the leafy vest again gave him an idea.

---

A few days later, he approached the twins with some green cloth in his hands.

"So, guys, I went over to talk to those fashion twins the other day and got them to make these pieces of cloth for us."

Upon showing them the fabric, Darnell's eyes widened.

"Wait B, isn't that your dead brother's vest?"

Cooper let out a gasp.

"That's the only thing you got of him left!"

The gray trolling gave them a small smile.

"That vest was a way for me to hang on to what was left of my family. But we're brothers now, and as brothers, I thought it would be cool to wear something that shows that!"

He tied the cloth to the pair's necks in a triangle bandana fashion.

"The vest represented my family then, and it still does now; it just looks different!"

He tied the last remaining cloth to his wrist.

"By wearing this, we'll never be apart!"

[avirael]

Febhyurary 2025 Day 09 - Heaven

"For hours we gazed up to the clear night sky with the moon and all the glistening stars reflected in the seemingly endless surface of the sea. You told me everything you know about the moon, the symbol of your goddess, the goddess of love, and told me the names and the stories of all the stars, as if they were old friends of yours. It was a beautiful sight but even more beautiful was the enthusiasm on your face. The joy that made your mouth form to a smile, that made your ears wiggle excitedly and your eyes shine as brightly as the stars."

[vveakfish]

I know i still need to finish plotting out LoFi Beats ch6, but ☝🏻 LoFi!Kon one shot ideas haunting me

[collegeoflore]

i don’t think leaving the crows entirely is in the cards for magpie and lucanis but i can see a post game future where lucanis gives up the first talon seat, probably after caterina dies and he’s been forced to actually Do His Job as first talon for a couple of months and has a breakdown about it lol. i think after that he and magpie just like, operate more or less independently but are still technically crows. because magpie simply will not leave while viago is there. that isn’t an option. but if lucanis giving up on being first talon is what keeps them both sane and allows them to spend more time with neve she could do that. so probably they just live out their days killing blood mages and cultists across tevinter for insane sums of money and in between help neve solve her cases and still host family dinners with viago and teia occasionally :)

[beechersnope]

short preview of a thing that's in itself a small part of a longer thing

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They'd decided to do fully matching costumes this year instead of contrasting costumes with a similar theme. Lando had splurged on them, hiring someone on Etsy to handmake shimmering metallic bodysuits with glow-in-the-dark circuitry and fully functional LED buttons that littered the colored panels of both the front and back of the suit, along the breastplate and hips, down each arm, and along the length of the spine. The only difference between the two is the color: Lando’s bodysuit is a pearlescent fuchsia while Oscar’s is a shimmering teal.

The silvery face paint and white iris contact lenses pushes it over the top—in Oscar’s opinion, Lando has gone so far that even with the skintight bodysuits, they are firmly in the realm of scary versus sexy.

“I don’t think you’re going to get laid this year,” Oscar tells Lando honestly, turning to find a matching cyborg face staring back at her.

“There’s a zipper in the crotch,” Lando counters, the implication going miles over her head. “Easy access. I planned ahead.”

Oscar just turns back to Lando’s vanity and lets out a soft sigh.

The party is in full swing by the time they arrive at Daniel’s mountainside—well, Oscar still doesn’t like calling it a mansion, but calling it a McMansion seems worse, even if that’s exactly what it is. Regardless, they have to park halfway down the narrow street at the very end of a line of cars that spills out of Daniel’s already outrageously expansive driveway.

Oscar eyes Lando’s beat-up Toyota with a dubious frown, slightly worried that the parking brake won’t hold its own against a seven-percent incline.

Lando doesn’t seem similarly concerned, locking the doors with a carefree whistle and then tossing her keys as well as both their cellphones into her purse. Their bodysuits might have crotch access, but they sure as hell don’t have pockets.

By the time they ascend the foothill Daniel’s house sits atop, where it overlooks the tiny city in the valley below, Oscar is somehow sweating from exertion and yet freezing all at the same time.

The front door is wide open, and inside, the soft orange overhead lights that Oscar remembers from her previous visits have all been switched out with black light bulbs instead. The décor is different, too. It looks like Daniel plundered an entire warehouse full of Halloween kitsch to achieve the effect he’s gone for, which seems to be turning his entire house into a walk-through haunted house experience.

Oscar follows Lando closely as they move from the foyer—which has ghoulish portraits that shift between scenes, reminiscent of the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland—into the living room—which is now a museum of cryptid taxidermy, around which partygoers converse with glowing concoctions in their hands, though Oscar spies more than one couple with their hands down each other’s pants as she and Lando traverse the room.

They finally find Daniel in the kitchen: presently, a mad scientist’s laboratory, complete with bubbling potions and blinking machinery lining the walls. And of course, Daniel, as the host and de facto bartender, is dressed as none other than the mad scientist himself.

He looks elated when he glances up to find Lando and Oscar standing in front of him at the island in the middle of the room after waiting for the half-dozen people in front of them to be served first.

“Can I get you ladies something to drink?” he asks with a broad grin. “I don’t mean to brag, but I make a mean mojito.”

Oscar’s heart jumps a beat. It’s impossible to tell from Daniel’s expression or tone whether he meant to use the phrase they agreed upon previously, but just in case he had— “Yes,” Oscar says emphatically as she scoots a bit closer to the bar. “I’d love something to drink.” She’s aware of Lando giving her a strange look, but Oscar ignores it, focused entirely on the brief flash of recognition that crosses Daniel’s face. Even if he hadn’t intended to ask her permission, he now knows he has it.

[many-gay-magpies]

hurgh . this fourth part is Fighting Me

[widowshill]

not for nothing that roger and jeff are wearing completely identical suits for vicki's wedding down to the same pearl stick pin and it's roger that is distinguished with the accessory and the visual emphasis. that roger wears the pocket square and jeff goes plain without one, without a boutonnière (as feels the most probable and appropriate; they both wear boutonnières in roger's prophetic dream of the wedding). that not only is he wearing the handkerchief, but it's folded in such a way as so take as much space as possible – straying from accepted formality of a neat TV fold, occupying more room on the screen, drawing more attention, pointing among other things to his heart in bright white.